I’ve asked myself this question so many times, I thought I would try and put it to rhym. Does God like someone who interferes In someone else’s business and affairs? Does he appreciate someone who is always putting their nose where it doesn’t belong? Someone who has done it for way too long. Someone who takes it upon themselves To add their two cents where it doesn’t belong. Does God like a nosey person who has nothing better to do Than to put their nose where it doesn’t belong? I dont think He does, do you? 

We walked the narrow path,
beneath the smoking skies.
Sometimes you can barely tell the difference
between darkness and light.
Do you have faith
in what we believe?
The truest test is when we cannot,
when we cannot see.
I hear pounding feet in the,
in the streets below, and the,
and the women crying and the,
and the children know that there,
that there's something wrong,
and it's hard to belive that love will prevail.

Oh it won't rain all the time.
The sky won't fall forever.
And though the night seems long,
your tears won't fall forever.

Oh, when I'm lonely,
I lie awake at night
and I wish you were here.
I miss you.
Can you tell me
is there something more to belive in?
Or is this all there is?

In the pounding feet, in the,
In the streets below, and the,
And the window breaks and,
And a woman falls, there's,
There's something wrong, it's,
It's so hard to belive that love will prevail.

Oh it won't rain all the time.
The sky won't fall forever.
And though the night seems long,
your tears won't fall, your tears won't fall, your tears won't fall
forever.

Last night I had a dream.
You came into my room,
you took me into your arms.
Whispering and kissing me,
and telling me to still belive.
But then the emptiness of a burning sea against which we see
our darkest of sadness.

Until I felt safe and warm.
I fell asleep in your arms.
When I awoke I cried again for you were gone.
Oh, can you hear me?

It won't rain all the time.
The sky won't fall forever.
And though the night seems long,
your tears won't fall forever.
It won't rain all the time
The sky won't fall forever.
And though the night seems long,
your tears won't fall, your tears won't fall,
your tears won't fall
forever.
 

I have seen
many hurtful words
flying from fingers
typed without a thought

Fun turns to pain
accusations fly
games turn sour
hurtful words flame

Souls are burnt
scars are made
as words dig deep
more hurtful words.

Better healing words
than hurtful words
better compromises
than brandings.

Better to say
I am sorry
than to stew
to spew hurtful words.

Remember
people can be hurt
words can kill
words can scar

Watch your words
care for the other
do not hurt them
with your words

 

by Alyza
7/2/2000

 

I’ve trusted people with my love
I’ve trusted people with my dreams
And where has that gotten me?
Exactly where I began
Listen to the pain from the soul of this man

There used to be a time when it was so easy
Even if I didn’t know them I didn’t care
I saw promise so I would give it a shot
I was comfortable with giving out my trust
I knew to gain theirs, this was a must

But time and time again they abused that
They misused that trust that I gave to them
All of it bottling up has just been adding up
It’s severely affected me so I’m truthful in this claim
That I can’t trust them or anyone else the same

To anyone fresh that may wonder why
It’s not your fault but that of my past
To you and to them, if you want to try and change that
If you think you’ll half step, please don’t
Because trust me when I say, trust you I won’t

Give me a reason not to doubt you, but to trust you
 

nothing in this world awaits
my soul of broken china plates
or poisoned mind with jumbled states...

a barren life, lie here alone
no friends to call, so dead the tone
the silence echoes, rattles bone...

and stars have sung to all the rest
but heart of stone that satan blessed
was never meant to pass the test...

born into hell, death calls me sweet
it comes on black and bleeding feet
i pull it here, to my retreat...

so left to sit here asking why
tears burning skin, break down and cry
forsaken, crawl away and die...*

 

sometimes know one sees
the pain of what
your holding back
the secrets that you
keep you promise not to
tell but it cuts you
really deep

the secret you promised
might have to be broken
the thing you fear
the most you have to take the risk
it might save a life
but if you keep it it the pain would
be like cutting your self with a knife .

 

Dark secrets.

Hidden beneath the veil
Lies dark secrets of sin.
They do not grow, spawn or burst.
They lurk in our fear and shame.

They are just a whisper of thought
At a moment doubt tickles our soul.
Guilt gurgles low from conception.
Chills tremor through faith.

Action never taken or occurred
from the flicker of darkness.
Yet, the smoke lingers hidden deep.
Bricked with hope mortared with fear.
author, Chris Sura